On the move with many feet

On the move with many feet, page 1.



On the move with many feet, page 2.

Diary written in August 1940 by a male Office Manager, 27 years old about the chores of moving with, not just one, but two, young families.

“1.8.40  Agents rang up to say that my prospective new landlord was perturbed. His outgoing tenant – a sourfaced old *** - told him a score of kids had descended upon the place and that we were going to sublet and convert into flats – that the house would be like a “rabbit warren.” To see the Agent lunch time, and hastened to assure him and owner of my good intentions! Blast the old woman, trying to crab things for us! Fortunately I can give the landlord excellent references.

4.8.40  Lunch at my parents, Wood Green: tea at wife’s parents, Tottenham. Heard amazing rumours about where the air raids have been, from both families, at from a cousin who lives at Gravesend, a hot spot these days! Stayed at Tottenham overnight, Monday being ‘Bank Holiday’, which I had off.

Due to move in to new house on 15th, so much to fix up. As wife nursing baby and unable to run about, I had to fix every detail on my own, with doubts as to whether- after I had done things- they would meet with approval! Especially as our friend (hereafter referred to as ‘Pat’) and son (‘Michael’) had chosen this moment to go up to Shropshire for a week, where Jack (the husband) is stationed.”